Saturday, May 16, 2009

I've run across a manual of sorts for the 'Ship' whilst trying to sort though it all and make sense of all this. Most of it is still a blur but I see now what the "Type 93 TTC", as it is apparently called, has been trying to alert me to. It seems to have latched onto a power source of some sort, and tied to that is a signal or beacon of unknown origin. the Co-ordinate entry system still befuddles me but I will continue to try. I must discover where this signal comes from, and from whom. So far my travels have been more or less random, it is my hope that I can use this signal as a lighthouse... to guide my way.

Landed today in a strange space station of sorts, no occupants to speak of at least none I could see. Felt rather awkward as it seemed to be someone personal quarters apart from an odd chair and planetarium of sorts... Decided it best not to wait around to be found if someones home without explanation of my presence... Co-ordinates recorded for refferance : http://slurl.com/secondlife/Zenobia/34/149/148

Saturday, May 9, 2009

My amnesia is not improving, there is much I cannot recall... Who are the "They" I spoke of? I know the words but the meanings and associations are lost. I am surrounded by comforting sights but blank on what they mean and where they came from. The TTC, the only word I can find for what I assume to be 'my' ship, seems to know something. Rediculus I know, a machine knowing things.. but there it is... It is being drawn slowly to a particular place and time... perhaps there are answers there.. Answers, or horrors.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Where to begin, well at the beginning said the Hatter. I am not of this SL world...How I came to be here I can recall very little.. but I know it began with the Timewar.

I was sent on a mission, literally moments after graduation from academy. That in itself should have forewarned me, (that and the nature of the TTC the council gave me , but more on that later) my mission was doomed from the start.

It seemed simple, collect about a millennial worth of chonotons and return home. Little did I know of the surprise awaiting me in the nebula they had chosen. The creature took my will and crushed it forcing my regeneration. Then, as they say, it all went black.

By means and nature unknown I was freed of the beast, and found myself here. TTC all but crippled it limped along, with I in tow making the best of what I could, several acquaintances and I daresay a love I would not have survived without.

What is was they had intended I can only guess, the preset co-ordinates on my TTC did not bode well. The very homeworld of the Enemy, was I to have been a weapon? I will never know now.